SWOS #1: Foundations We Never Poured
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We were something once. Not quite lovers, not quite strangers.
Now? We're awkward hallway nods, unfinished conversations, and tension so thick it could pour its own concrete.
I don't know what we're rebuilding.
All I know is, some foundations were never poured.
And maybe just maybe,it's time we tried.
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